Poem

I Wrote this Poem because I started Reading Poems again




I think my goodbyes before she comes

Here, is magic I'm living
in so much time I can't keep track of

My face stings from yesterday's sun

I don't blush out of booze but out of passion,
seriousness.

I am serious.
Serious with sun-burn
I am doubled with passion.

Are you allergic to cats?
No.
Good.

I will see you in June.